A Hive of Busy Bees

Effie M. Williams
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A Hive of Busy Bees

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Title: A Hive of Busy Bees
Author: Effie M. Williams
Release Date: December, 2004 [EBook #7027] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on February 24, 2003]
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A HIVE of BUSY BEES
Effie M. Williams

TABLE OF CONTENTS
How It Happened
The Sting of the Bee
Bee Obedient
Bee Honest
Bee Truthful
Bee Kind
Bee Polite
Bee Gentle
Bee Helpful
Bee Grateful
Bee Loving
Bee Content
Bee Prayerful
Home Again

How It Happened
[Illustration: Children looking out a window.]
"The sun's gone under a cloud," called Grandpa cheerily over his shoulder, as he came into the dining room.
Grandma, following close behind, answered laughingly, "Why, my dear, this is the brightest day we've had for two weeks!"
"But look at Don's face," said Grandpa soberly, "and Joyce's too, for that matter"--glancing from one to the other.
"Children, children," said Grandma kindly, "do tell us what is wrong."
No answer.
"Only," said Daddy at last, "that they are thinking about next summer."
Grandpa threw back his white head, then, and laughed his loud, hearty laugh. "You little trouble-borrowers," he cried, "worrying about next summer! Why, only day before yesterday was Christmas; and by the looks of the dolls, and trains, and picture-books lying all over the house--"
"But, Grandpa," said Don in a small voice, trying not to cry, "summer will be here before we know it--you said so this morning yourself; and Daddy says he's going north on a fishing trip--"
"--And so," added Joyce sorrowfully, "Don and I can't go to the farm and stay with you as we did last year, and the year before last, and every year since we can remember."
Joyce looked anxiously from one face to another. Daddy's eyes were twinkling. Mother looked rather sorry, and so did Grandma. But she knew at once, by the look on Grandpa's face that he understood. He only nodded his white head wisely. "I see," he said. And some way, after that, Joyce felt that it would come out all right.
It did.
On the last morning that Grandpa and Grandma were there, Daddy said at the breakfast table--quite suddenly, as if he had just thought of it-- "Mother, suppose we let the children choose for themselves. You and I will go to the lake next summer, and catch the big fish; but if they would be happier on the old farm, why--"
"Oo-oo-ooh!" cried Joyce delightedly. "Don, you and I may go to Grandpa's house next summer, if we like!"
"How do you know?" said Don rather crossly. "Daddy hasn't said that we could."
"Why, he said it just now--didn't you, Daddy?"
"Not exactly; but that's what I was going to say," said Daddy, smiling into Joyce's shining eyes.
After that, it wasn't a bit hard to tell Grandpa and Grandma good-by. "Only until next summer," whispered Joyce when she kissed Grandma for the last time.
Long months followed, but June came at last. One happy day the children came home and threw their books down on the table; and Don raced through the house singing the last song he had learned at school:
"School is done! school is done! Toss up caps and have a run!"
"And now," said Mother that night, "we must begin to get ready for our trips. Are you sure, children, that you still want to go to Grandma's?"
"Sure!" whooped Don, dancing about the room; while Joyce answered quietly, "You know, Mother, that nothing could ever change my mind."
"Very well," said Mother. "Tomorrow we must go shopping, for you will need some new clothes--good, dark colored clothes to work and play in, so Grandma won't have to be washing all summer."
What fun they had in the days that followed! Mother's sewing machine hummed for many hours every day. And at last she got out the little trunk and began to carefully pack away the neatly folded gingham dresses, the blue shirts and
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